Subject: The Witness Protection Program.
Date: Thu, 10 Jun 1999 01:39:59 -0500
From: Rindimo <skratkat@yahoo.com>
Organization: L.O.S.T.--C.A.U.S.E.
To: TLK Mailing List <TLK-L@lionking.org>

.               The Jungle Witness Protection Program
                  By: "You know who" Rindimo Cheetah

        Under the stars, Simba and his buddies Timon and Pumbaa spent the few
fleeting moments before slumber with their personal theories of the
origins of the stars.
        "Gee, I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions and
billions of miles away," Pumbaa dissapointedly replied after Timon gave
his explanation.  But curiousity made him forget his dissapointment as
he enthusiastically turned towards Simba to see what he had to say.
        "Well, I don't know," Simba avoided.
        "Come on!  We told you ours!  Give, Give!" Timon and Pumbaa would not
settle their case without their leoline friend ante-ing up.
        "Well alright," Simba surrenderred. "Someone once told me that the
great kings of the past are up there.  Watching us."
        "You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are up there watching us?" Timon
incredulously laughed at the very speculation of the whole thing.
Pumbaa joined in the mocking.
        Simba quickly got up, and headed away from the painful rejection of his
father's beliefs.  The memory he had tried to forget so hard had
resurfaced into his life for the umpteenth time.  His head was caught up
with so many despondent thoughts that he could hardly keep going on with
life.
        He found himself looking down into a creek when a splash caused him to
climb out of his world, and hear a intrinsic tune being serenaded to
him.
        "Asante sana!
        Squash Banana!
        We we nugu,
        Mi mi apana!"
        Annoyed, Simba moves away, but the primate still follows.
        "Hey!  Cut that out!" But the creature still sings its song.
        "Can't cut it out!  it grow right back!" The singing kept on.
        "What does that mean, anyway?"
        "It means you're a baboon, and I'm not.  Hee hee!"
        "Creepy little Monkey...  Who are you, anyway??"
        "The Question is: WHO ARE YOU!?"
        Simba sighed pitiously.  "I thought I knew...  Now I'm not so sure."
        "Well I know who you are!  Come here, it's a secret..."  With relish,
Rafiki whisperred into the distraught Simba's ear.  "Chip Swaggart."
        Revelation struck.  "Oh yeah!  Hey, thanks!"
        "And your social security number is 555-55-5555."
        "Okay!  It's all coming back to me, now! Thanks, agent-- er... ah..."
        "Agent R. Welp, Now I bedder go check up on Mr. Anonymous Cheetah.  The
program doesn't work too well on types like him..."
        And so it was that Simba returned back into the Jungle-- renewed in his
hopes of starting a better life-- and Rafiki went on to continue
checking up on his clients in the jungle's Witness Protection Program.

                                The End.

--
                                -Rindimo Cheetah
                                (rindimo@bellsouth.net)

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